On experiencing life.

Life, I find, is able to be interpreted like a song. A big song, of course. I would like to ask you to endure a set of music that may be a little confusing for you, but is the inspiration that spurs my post. This song is tonto, by battles, one of the foremost in my ledger of favorite bands.

This song is quite complex, awash in an electronic mainstream of sound. As you may see in the video linked above, this group uses a few unorthodox methods in their pursuit of beauty. You will see a duet of guitars, a trio of keyboards, hear an onslaught of a rythmic line, or slowly gasp out your last words under a mountain of effect rigamaroles. This song is, indeed, a river of layered sound; each segment a different theme. Consider the intro, a solitary line of notes proceeding through their short life with caution, almost expressing distrust rather than definition. Do look upon this as the first steps of the young childhood of this creation, reader. Then, as you hear the drums coming in, the act of growing up, a turbulent time for all of us. As the lyric enters: guidance from parents, often misinterpreted and thought as demeaning. After this segment the music is made passive once more and you are more fully immersed in the music, now a simple jam. As you listen, though, you may be able to hear this song on you own interpretations. For me, the rest of the number speaks of conflict and hard times, a search for meaning not quite ending as desired but granting a peace, an assurance that quiet will come.

This song and interpretation have personally challenged me, made me to look for more in the simple life. As I conferred to a friend earlier, if you learn to move slowly, to appreciate patience and life at face value; then you may be allowed to learn to live sideways.

Think of how complicated the simple act of standing up is, especially in the realm we live in. Our body is an assembly of particles invisible to the naked eye, vibrating at frequencies unavaliable to us and pulled apart and together by forces we cannot see. We propel ourselves through our respective days, reader, using a system of mathematics that takes years of study to understand, yet we use these mysterious forces "on instinct". We are governed by a force of numbers so complex that the most of us would be unable to move a single muscle if we had to figure them out beforehand.

This is my point, we are such an unlikely creation of the universe, a literal impossibility by any account; yet it seems like all we do is complain, arguing about things like "rights" and "freedoms" when all that we have the right to obtain and the freedom to use are those items which cannot be taken away. A truly free culture is barbaric and ours must strive to be scientific.

If our journey through time together does, indeed, have an end. Then I, for one, choose to savor it. Though the end is inevitable, I will enjoy the scenery on the road as fully as I can until then, and you will hear the exultation from my lips when I die that will speak of everything I've done in life and what I have yet to do in death.

Live freely, reader.